Sitting alone in peace Before these cliffs The full moon is Heaven's beacon The ten-thousand things Are all reflections The moon originally Has no light Wide open The Spirit of itself is pure Hold fast to the void Realize its subtle mystery Look at the moon like this This moon that is the heart's pivot ~ Han Shan (trans. J.P. Seaton) * …
Elizabeth’s Blog
May the Spores Be With You!
It’s been a while since I’ve written a nutrition-focused post, and the time seems right for a few words on how best to support the body’s immune system, so here goes … The Lifestyle Basics * Keep your diet healthy and clean—going organic and locally grown, whenever possible. (More on this below.) * Get plenty of sleep—which is when the body goes into its “rest and repair” cycle. * …
To What Listens
To What Listens I come to it again and again, the thought of the wren opening his song here to no human ear – no woman to look up, no man to turn his head. The farm will sink then from all we have done and said. Beauty will lie, fold on fold, upon it. Foreseeing it so, I cannot withhold love. But from the height and distance of foresight, how well I like it as it is! The river …
Great Sky-Circles
The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings. ~ Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks) * * * I don't often suggest specific yoga asana or qigong sequences, but here's one—which I have explored and greatly appreciated—that aligns beautifully with …
Pizza for the Apocalypse
Let’s be clear: The tragicomedy of our national government’s generalized ineptitude aside—a worldwide pandemic is no laughing matter. I hope you’re all staying healthy and safe, and following the recommendations of healthcare professionals. Let’s hope and trust that kindness, compassion and collective intelligence will ultimately prevail—as we wake up fully to the fact that we’re all in this …
Walking Through
Flirtation After all, there’s no need to say anything at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a Wedgwood plate Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across the sky. My heart is humming a tune I haven’t heard in years! Quiet’s cool flesh— let’s sniff and eat it. There are ways to make of the moment a topiary so …